Mother Young Novels & Stories

“Mom, you don’t need to be so humble! “You raised me all these years. I’d be an ungrateful daughter if I allowed an outsider to offend you! “Between getting married and doing what’s right, which one do you think is more important to me?” Emerald’s heart skipped a beat, but she could not force a smile.

mom yells again from down stairs. "I'm coming ma!" I grabbed my bag pack and slinged it on my shoulder before leaving my room and running downstairs. I met her at the kitchen sipping her coffee and holding her work phone. Ma may be in her late forties but she would pass as woman in her early twenties. Some say the were wolf gene is part but this is a miracle.

My ears buzzed from being overwhelmed, and I felt a heavy, burning tightness in my chest. Ever since childhood, Trinity had always been kind. She would crouch down to feed every stray cat she saw. That same kind girl was being criticized by millions of netizens online. “You all keep saying my daughter toyed with Raymond’s feelings and abandoned a baby. So, let me ask you this, have any of you actually met my daughter in person? “Because if you had ever really seen her, you would never say any of that!” Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!”

She looked fresh out of college. Her appearance was ordinary, but her voice was gentle and soft when she spoke. My intuition as a woman told me she was exactly who I was looking for. Sure enough, the second she saw me, she panicked. Her face went deathly pale, and her hands trembled uncontrollably, like she had just come face-to-face with a wild animal. "I-Is there something you need at the s-school?" Her voice shook so badly that she could barely get the words out. Yet, she had the nerve to announce in the group chat that she was Tony's mother.

A voice rang from outside, soft yet loud like a clarinet. A young girl in her early twenties rushed to the old woman who called for her. "Mom, I don't want to cook. The farm is much fun." "Yes. Digging and getting all those nails dirty is fun. It would have been better if you came as a boy." Her mother mocked. "Help me with the melon seeds. Your Dad will be back from the city soon and you know how hunger he'll be." "I know Mom." The young lady shrugged, pouting her peach-colored lips to her mom before getting the melon seeds that needed attention.

Mom said, and we smiled at her. "Runo is my first baby, and my baby Darenn is my youngest. I don't mind losing everything except you two, and I am so happy you're here beside me now. Our family might be incomplete; I hope you're happy with just me as your parent," Mom said, and I immediately nodded at her.

--- I imply to her. If there's one thing my mother hates in this life, it's being called a crown. Even though she is in her late fifties, she insists that she is not that old, and to be honest, she is not wrong. Mom is still beautiful, with everything very much on her feet. The stamina she has leaves many a young girl on the floor. "She says, throwing the pillow at me, and without much difficulty I grab it. Get out of my face before I hit you."

Alea whined as if she didn't want to be separated from her mother. Audrey knelt, aligning herself with her little daughter. "Baby, listen to Mommy, you have to go with Uncle Nick. Mommy promises to catch up with you soon. There's a little business that Mommy needs to take care of first. You're a smart kid, right?" Alea's tears were already falling, so Audrey took her into her arms, rubbed her back, and reassured her once again. "Everything will be okay. You don't have to worry. You are Mommy's greatest little princess." She released her embrace and kissed Audrey all over her face.

Then footsteps could be heard and the door finally opened. Before their eyes appeared a woman definitely over 60 year old with long gray hair and brown eyes, a pale and weary face with deep wrinkles. She was short in height and terribly thin, especially her legs looked so weak that it seemed a miracle that a woman could walk on them. She wore a flowery, obviously worn dress and flip flops. According to data that Soo Min and Hyun Woo had, Kim Mi Sook, mother of Yeon Jong Pil, was 62 years old. But now that they saw her, she looked much older, but considering that she lost her husband while she was pregnant and then had to take care of her son all by herself, trying to encourage him first to s

It was like he was drunk. He heard his mother’s voice. Staggering toward the sound, he pushed open her bedroom door, almost falling into her room. When he entered, she sat up on the bed and smiled. Bea Younger had been beautiful once, in an ethereal kind of way: pale blonde hair that had fallen to her waist and the lightest gray eyes anyone had ever seen had made her seem like she wasn’t a real person. Maybe she hadn’t been, Trent thought as he stared at her. Maybe his father had captured his mother and all this time she’d only wanted to be set free.